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what if they were extremely dramatic but only at home

yeah yeah yeah mortifying ordeal of being known and all that but sometimes a friend mentions something about you that you didn’t think was noticeable and it feels like your heart is being cradled in their hands

No one has told him yet

I just discovered that the Japanese Sonic twitter does a thing called sonic pict where they post a piece of official artwork every so often (monthly?) and I’m in love <3

They’re gorgeous and such lovely little insights into the daily lives of some of these characters!

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cringe gaymers hanging out. don’t know why but sans always seemed like a rhythm games fan

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i don't need therapy i need to hug tails

*MWAH* ♡~

You just got kissied!! RB to totally kissy your friends!! <3

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs immovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

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This is literally sailor moon

The moon should be more violent.

No more “peacefully orbiting the earth” bullshit, no no no. What we need, is a moon constantly picking fights with celestial bodies dozens of times bigger than it, like a hamster attacking its owner over slightly wilted lettuce.

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Undertale AU. The human child is a zombie. 

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cute ocean themed bedroom where its pitch black no windows full of fucked up shrimps and steaming hot chemical vents. the bed is a whale carcass

Commission for ShinyMisty! An introduction comic for our AU: Post Memories Tinker, in which Eggman decides to stay as Mr. Tinker after recovering his memories

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An official Sonic the Hedgehog cookbook is being worked on by publisher Insight Editions, according to a leaked Amazon listing

The upcoming cookbook for the speedy hedgehog will be penned by long time writer Ian Flynn, according to the leaked Amazon listing first spotted by our colleagues at @idwsonicnews.

"Cook quick, healthy, protein-packed dishes inspired by the colorful world of Sonic with the Official Cookbook, a fun and delicious compendium of recipes inspired by the blue blur," read the official description.

Here are some bullet points provided by the publisher:

50+ RECIPES: From speedy bites to power-packed feasts to satisfy even the speediest heroes, Sonic the Hedgehog: The Official Cookbook includes recipes for every occasion!

UNDER 30 MINUTES: These tasty (and healthy!) recipes can be made in 30 minutes or less! Can you beat our chefs in a race to see who can make these dishes the fastest?

BRING BELOVED CHARACTERS TO LIFE: Engage with the Sonic universe in a fun new way by making recipes inspired by fan-favorite characters such as Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, Amy, and Dr. Eggman!

DISHES FOR EVERY SKILL LEVEL: With step-by-step instructions and eye-catching photographs, chefs of all ages can learn to make meals that could even power up Sonic the Hedgehog himself!

Priced for $29.99 USD for a hardcover copy and $11.99 USD for a digital copy, the upcoming cookbook will be released around October 2023.

Reading IDW’s 2018 Sonic the Hedgehog comic (specifically the Metal Virus saga) has given me new respect for Cream the Rabbit.

TL;DR - Cream the Rabbit is a fuckin’ legend and deserves to have respect put on her name. She goes through some heavy shit.

Spoilers below. It’s a long post so be warned.

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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

No, you don't understand, the fact that "Terminals play music to lure machines" is even a theory, in universe, implies that Machines being capable of appreciating music is not just canon, it is a fact known and accepted by the humans who made them in the first place.

Please, listen to me, they put appreciation of art into their blood powered tools of war and it's the only reason why their self expression yet finds appreciation even after humanity's end.

Just, just be with me for this. V1s creator might have been into drum and base. Ultrakill OST might just be as canon as the graphic settings (see: Sentry codex entry).

V1 has a fucking "tunes to listen to at work" playlist, and a dedicated song for throwing hands with V2 on it. But it also has a Gabriel theme, and it's creator couldn't possibly have met him. And the songs are so fitting for the stages in general... omg

V1 has a fucking composer AI. It's creator made their super weapon, the "Supreme Machine" a fucking musician. V1 makes music it commits mass murder to. It made a music for Gabriel and V2. 2 songs with themes and motifs for each of its rivals.

Wait wait, fuck. Fuck, wait.

V1

Composed the god damn Requiem motif. It took a look at Lust and went "ahh, yes, a gut wrenching violin solo for this place". And then it put that motif into Order. Which means...

Which means V1 understands the tragedy of the Lust layer and King Minos. Which mean the mindles-ness of its carnage across Hell isn't total. It understands how sad it is enough to make art about it.

I need a moment.

*sets you on fire*

mae borowski is the character of all time. She's mentally ill. Shes allergic to cigarettes. She can't drive and doesn't have a drivers license. She travels through town by jumping on wires, fences, bridges and climbing buildings as if life is her personal jungle gym. She witnessed someone get kidnapped and quickly convinces herself that it was a ghost who did it. She's the only person who has ever been hot on the trail of the cult killing the young adults of her hometown, and she did it mostly on accident. she thinks that eyes have evolved to detect movement like dinosaurs, so if she stops moving when employees see her shoplifting they won't noice what she's doing, and it fucking WORKS! she is the only person that this works for. She met god, or at least she thinks she did. She is scared of all the things growing up entails, and she might not have turned out this way if not for her god awful therapist she started seeing after experiencing a violent dissociative mental break in high school who told her to simply repress her issues. A key facet of her backstory is that she used to play a dating sim 24/7. She's a lightweight and cough syrup makes her woozy. She discovered that one of her closest friends was murdered by the aforementioned cult. she's in a band. She likes to walk around town every day and lend an ear to the people of possum springs, like a poet down the street, or her old astronomy teacher who tells her about myths in the sky, or a teenager on a rooftop who sometimes hangs out far too close to train tracks to watch it squish metal into art, or her own personal rat babies that she feeds with stolen pretzels. her full name is Margaret. She is 21 years old and doesnt know that whales aren't fish. She's even pansexual!